OK, so today we’re broadcasting our post from the “Cyber Codger-Lodge™,” but because it’s a cyber-visit to the lodge, we are compelled to let you know it is raining, and the temperature in Old Saint Paul is a seasonal 49ºF.
As you can see by the above graphic, it is sunny & warm, a computer controlled 72ºF both inside & outside the Lodge, and the flowers are in bloom. So why wouldn’t we of child-like imaginations imagine ourselves here?
Take a few minutes, grab a mug (you know the rest), and join us here on the virtual North Shore of Lake Superior, as we anticipate the semi-annual running of the piranha!
“Its spring,” Fred, with his unwavering grasp of the obvious, announced.
“Sure is,” Carl replied, gazing out at the virtual lake, “the piranha are getting restless, and we seniors all have marks on our doors, and targets on our backs!”
“It isn’t just seniors,” Harold added, “anyone may be targeted. It is truly amazing how many homes need new roofs, new siding, a fresh coat of paint and driveway sealing this time of year.”
“Money is no object, either,” Medford said, as he stirred cream & sugar into his mug of organically & shade-grown, fair trade, dark-roast coffee, “they all seem to know someone willing to extend credit for home improvements.”
“But seniors seem to be a favored target,” I said, “especially if they think their safety & security is in danger. Remember last August Med?”
“Oh yeah,” Medford replied, “you mean that nice young ‘City Department of Furnace Inspections’ inspector who stopped by your place, right?”
“That’s the one!” I said, and before I could continue…
“We were having coffee in Jay’s kitchen,” Med interrupted, obviously wanting very much to tell the story, “when we heard a knock on the door. Before this gimpy old coot could get to the door, we heard couple more knocks.”
“I opened the door, after checking through the sidelight to see who was there,” I added, “and revealed a very official looking fellow, holding a very official looking clipboard.”
“Jay asked him for his ID card,” Medford continued, “and he produced a very official-looking picture ID, and quickly went into his routine: ‘I’m with the city furnace inspections department, and I’m here to inspect your furnace. Every winter, it seems houses blow up due to undetected gas leak, or other furnace malfunctions. The city is particularly concerned with our senior population, and is making an effort to ensure your safety.’ Jay asked the guy for a second picture ID, and asked me to call the city.”
“Yeah,” I added, with a big smile, “he was gone in an instant—musta had an appointment elsewhere!”
“The next day, he came to my house,” Medford said, “and when I answered the door, the look on his face was priceless. Too bad we were unable to get his auto license number.”
Be careful folks—the piranha are swimming and hungry!
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